Thursday, 2 January 2014

A Nocturne of Coneysthorpe

'Twas several nights after Christmas, and all through the house ALL the creatures were stirring, especially the mouse.
The shrieks could be heard two rooms away,
The tabby was joyous and blood thirsty in play.
He posted the mouse under the bed
woke up the sleepers, the village, the 'hood.
At first it was caught and deposited outside
But the stealth of the cat brought it to ride
on the couch, the floor, the carpet
and polished corridor.
Its demise was swift, but noisy and scary,
Little Ms Ginger tried to steal a bite,
But tabby was jealous and put up a fight
The other was puzzled, the humans half dead
Its now 8am and time to go back to bed.
(with apologies to the original poet)